The Alchemist of Harry Potter

In the middle of the night, the oak gate of Hogwarts Castle opened suddenly, and a black shadow slid out of the castle like a big bat, not paying attention to the pouring rain overhead, and walked towards the gate of Hogwarts along the path.

"Owner!"

Snape, who was wearing a cloak, bowed slightly towards the figure coming under the rain, respectfully welcoming Voldemort's arrival.

"You did very well."

Voldemort floated past Snape, across the muddy playground towards the Black Lake. He didn't choose to hide what Snape was going to do, because some Death Eaters already knew the purpose of his trip, so it was pointless to deliberately conceal it.

The two walked around the lake in the dark. The black lake showed signs of overflowing, and the surroundings were dark and cold.

They stopped back and forth, a white marble tomb came into view, and Voldemort raised his old yew wand with a pleasant smile on his lips.

Dumbledore's grave was split open from head to toe after his wand slammed through the air.

Voldemort stepped forward and looked at Dumbledore's almost perfectly preserved corpse, suddenly feeling ridiculous.

You are dead, but I am still alive.

Now your wand is mine too.

Voldemort reached for Dumbledore's wand, which was clasped across his chest, and drew it out.

Snape watched quietly from the side, watching Voldemort gracefully raise his wand and wave it lightly as if holding a baton.

A spell suddenly shot out from the tip of the wand and sank into the thick cumulonimbus clouds overhead. Countless lightning bolts flew among the dark clouds, and then turned into a dazzling thunderbolt, lighting up the pitch-black night.

Voldemort, who closed his eyes to feel the power of this wand, suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, and his flat, snake-like face was full of disappointment that could not be concealed.

"No, there's no difference," said Voldemort softly. "There's nothing special about this wand. I don't feel any difference from the wand I bought from Ollivander many years ago. It's just An ordinary wand."

"Master, maybe this isn't the legendary death stick." Snape reminded in a low voice, "Dumbledore once had extraordinary power just like the master. I think he probably doesn't rely on the wand just like the master."

"Maybe, maybe not."

Voldemort didn't look at Snape, let alone explain his guess to Snape.

If this was really the death wand, but it couldn't show him the legendary miracle, then there was only one possibility, that he was not the rightful owner of the wand. His yew wand was obedient to him, but the wand that belonged to Dumbledore in his hand was not.

The death stick belonged only to the wizard who killed its previous owner, which meant that the wand now belonged to Snape.

If he was going to be the rightful owner of the wand, that meant killing Snape.

Voldemort would not kill his loyal servant before he was sure that it was the death stick, because Snape was still valuable to him, after all, the number of Death Eaters who were loyal to him back then was not much.

If this is really a death stick, kill it, kill it, the death stick is more important to him.

But once Snape is killed wrongly, there will be very bad sequelae.

Voldemort wasn't going to take the risk, and it wasn't worth it.

He needed to find Ollivander and find out from the wandmaker if it was the fabled death stick.

Voldemort left, hurried away with the wand in hand.

After Voldemort's figure completely disappeared, Snape waited by the lake for a while before waving his wand to restore Dumbledore's tomb, and finally quietly returned to the castle without any light.

"He's gone, cleaved the grave, and taken your wand."

Snape stood in front of Dumbledore's portrait, calmly explaining what had happened earlier.

"He doesn't seem to be happy with that wand, though."

"It's normal, that's not the Elder Wand he was looking for." Dumbledore didn't seem surprised by this, and said relaxedly, "I think he probably went to Ollivander to confirm whether my wand is a legend or not. The Elder Wand. Unfortunately, Voldemort did not know that Ollivander was rescued."

"Ollivander was rescued?"

Snape was also very surprised when he heard the news, "Someone attacked the Yaxley family's castle, but..."

"It's Mr. Anderson. He responded really quickly. You should thank him, otherwise your life may be in danger." Dumbledore said gently.

"Why is my life in danger?" Snape asked puzzled.

"You should be well aware of the legacy of the Elder Wand, and I bet once Voldemort thinks it's the Elder Wand, he probably thinks the Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its previous owner, and he got rid of you to make sure he's that wand true master." Dumbledore explained to Snape with a smile.

Snape didn't speak, he suddenly realized one thing: that is, he killed Albus Dumbledore.

If that was really the legendary death stick, he would definitely die. Even if he is Voldemort's favorite right-hand man, he must die, because Voldemort needs to get rid of him if he wants to completely control the old death stick.

However, judging by Dumbledore's reaction to this matter, it should not be the legendary death stick, otherwise, how could it be possible for Voldemort to easily obtain that wand?

While Snape heaved a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but sympathize with Yaxley who lost Ollivander. That guy is probably going to be in trouble.

In fact, as Snape expected, when Voldemort knew that Yaxley had lost Ollivander, he was indeed furious, and Yaxley received the most severe punishment in his life.

Although Voldemort also knew that this matter was not entirely Yaxley's problem, after all, no one thought that the Order of the Phoenix would attack the castle in the middle of the night, but he still couldn't help feeling angry, not only angry that Yaxley gave Ollivander Lost it, and angry that the lair was easily invaded like this, and Harry Potter actually participated in this invasion.

He didn't hide like a mouse, how dare he do that.

After Voldemort calmed down, he realized that something was wrong. As soon as he took Dumbledore's wand, Ollivander was rescued.

Is this a coincidence?

Voldemort looked at the wand in his hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly. The Order of the Phoenix alone couldn't do this, and they didn't have that kind of courage, but they couldn't tear apart the castle in a short time. protection magic.

But what if the Mudblood was behind the scenes?

It all seemed to make sense.

"Master, if we..."

Voldemort stared at Yaxley for a moment, and the latter shut up in horror before he said, "I need you to find another wandmaker and stop disappointing me."

"I immediately sent someone to arrest him, but the Order of the Phoenix..." Yaxley hesitated to speak.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's not difficult to get Harry Potter to throw himself into the trap, as long as we do something to his friends, I heard... people say that Potter seems to have a good relationship with that big Hagrid." Yaxley is still working hard Show your worth: "Perhaps, we can force Hagrid to show up voluntarily in the name of executing Hagrid."

Of course Voldemort knew of Harry Potter's weakness, and had a way of making Potter himself come to his door, but he couldn't be sure what would happen if he used the big Hagrid as bait.

If that mudblood was also involved, would he be able to kill him?

Once the plan fails...

No, as long as it can kill Potter, as for that **** Mudblood, it can be dealt with another day.

Damn it, that Mudblood really became the enemy.

After Voldemort found that there was no other way to defeat the Mudblood, who also possessed extraordinary strength, he became more and more afraid of that guy, and realized that a duel might be inevitable, just like Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

It is for this reason that Voldemort has never been more hungry for power than he is now.

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